Occupation: Writer Birth: January 12, 1949
Confidence; as a teenager? Because I knew what I loved. I loved to read; I loved to listen to music; and I love cats. Those three things. So, even th….
It was as if I were writing letters to hold together the pieces of my crumbling life..
The sad truth is that certain types of things can't go backward. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can't go back the way the….
With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating..
Our responsibility begins with our imagination..
Not everything was lost in the flow of time.
No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all..
You know, the usual story. Once upon a time I was playing my harp by a spring when a fairy appeared out of nowhere, handed me a Beretta Model 92, and….
What I'd like to be is a unique writer who's different from everybody else. I want to be a writer who tells stories unlike other writers'..
Memory is so crazy! It's like we've got these drawers crammed with tons of useless stuff. Meanwhile, all the really important things we just keep for….
Mental acuity was never born from comfortable circumstances..
I write my novels personally, desperately and non-negligently. When I write my novels, I think about my novels only, and never do other works..
If I'm going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself..
Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light..
Another person's life is that person's life. You can't take responsibility..
I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all..
Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams..
Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish..
When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was….
A man is like a two-story house. The first floor is equipped with an entrance and a living room. On the second floor is every family member's room. T….
My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of t….